November 27,2009
Brainless
I don't want you anymore,
'Cause you took my joy.
You make me a defective Woody Allen,
Every bit as neurotic but without the wit.
Do you hear the doorbell ringing?
I invited Hannibal over for dinner.
'Cause you took my joy.
You make me a defective Woody Allen,
Every bit as neurotic but without the wit.
Do you hear the doorbell ringing?
I invited Hannibal over for dinner.
November 13,2009
Mischief
Some are yellow around the margins,
Some unevenly colored with a brown crayon.
I must hurry up,
Before it turns into another piece of art.
Some unevenly colored with a brown crayon.
I must hurry up,
Before it turns into another piece of art.
October 24,2009
The Sound of Death Metal
Today the prestigious golden horse opened to the public;
All the knights and the wannabes stood in line for a ride.
The first who got there was so astounded by its speed,
He wandered off the trail and returned after long delay.
To express anger, the ones behind took their time as well.
Five hours later, it was finally my turn, but the pony had died.
All the knights and the wannabes stood in line for a ride.
The first who got there was so astounded by its speed,
He wandered off the trail and returned after long delay.
To express anger, the ones behind took their time as well.
Five hours later, it was finally my turn, but the pony had died.
September 28,2009
He Had It Coming
It was drizzling again.
Attacked by the wind, my umbrella kept flipping inside out. It seemed the bus would never arrive. Naturally, I got a little irritated. Yet there was this boy next to me rubbing a balloon, an orange balloon from Ponderosa so unholy.
So I said to him, "You rub that balloon one more time...."
And he did.
Attacked by the wind, my umbrella kept flipping inside out. It seemed the bus would never arrive. Naturally, I got a little irritated. Yet there was this boy next to me rubbing a balloon, an orange balloon from Ponderosa so unholy.
So I said to him, "You rub that balloon one more time...."
And he did.
September 20,2009
September 9,2009
Choices
I shouldn't have switched on my cell.
Surely there are better ways to start a day
Than reading a message like that.
Am I supposed to give you credit for honesty,
And respond with the catch phrase I hate?
Sorry, but I don't want to be a saint.
Surely there are better ways to start a day
Than reading a message like that.
Am I supposed to give you credit for honesty,
And respond with the catch phrase I hate?
Sorry, but I don't want to be a saint.
September 3,2009
Temporary Figment
There's no telling when I'll fall prey to relapse,
But indulge me to celebrate this moment of clarity.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
But indulge me to celebrate this moment of clarity.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
August 20,2009
August 4,2009
July 31,2009
